Blackbeak Bluff old yellow bricks

@Vonn ;)

 

The titan’s nails puncture it’s throat, holding down a heavy paw upon the squirming prey before dipping his head to finish the job. He resurfaces to lick the blood from around his maw, optics searching wildly for any lurker in the distance who may aim to steal his kill. The winter birthed desperate men, and no matter how big he was, size did not intimidate stupidity. He ingests enough to fill his stomach and begins to bury the rest, nostrils flaring ever so often as he picks up various scents lingering nearby. But eventually his eyes glaze over and he continues to furiously dig, disregarding reality as he travels further and further down his subconscious. There is pent up aggression in him, something that sought to snuff the life out of something other than his food -- a habit left unfulfilled for too long.